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Cinderella in black and white
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Categories: youthfulness
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There was a time in my formative years when I was terrified, with a vague sense that the world was becoming clearer and I was beginning to deteriorate. I remember the floor-to-ceiling windows in my father's study, the sunlight shining through the green potted plants on the rocking chair, I sat in that chair and read, often seeing my eyes hurt. I was lonely, and I felt that books were the only friends I had. Many, many years later, when I look back, though still regretting...